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Saturday, July 11, 2026

Dancer

I'm a ballet dancer with vertigo

I spin

the room spins 

cold sweat pushes out 

soaks my forehead

my stomachs want to empty 

it's already empty 


I get praised 

praised 

for the way I appear

to be on the edge

barely staying up

almost floating away


And so I'll be invited to dance again

Posted by KLJ at 6:15 AM

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